thirsting over levi ackerman

𝗾𝘂𝗶𝗰𝗸 𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗲 ! 🐚 | #𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵! 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘢 𝘢𝘯 𝘦𝘯𝘫𝘪𝘯 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘮𝘺 𝘣𝘪𝘳𝘵𝘩𝘥𝘢𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘪'𝘭𝘭 𝘥𝘪𝘦 𝘢 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘺 𝘸𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯.

enjin slips into the room quiet as ever, that familiar smirk tugging at his lips when he catches you sprawled on the bed with a book in hand.

your legs are bare, panties riding low on your hips, and one of his old oversized shirts hanging loose off your shoulder. the fabric clings just enough to show you skipped the bra tonight, nipples faintly pressing against the cotton.

he doesn’t say a word at first, just climbs onto the mattress behind you, his heat radiating against your skin. he slides his warm palms under the hem of the shirt, starting at your belly.

"you're wearing my shirt again," he mumbles, his voice a low vibration against your ear. "you know i love it when you steal my things, but i love it more when you don't wear anything underneath."

you try to focus on your page, but your breath hitches as his fingertips drift higher, tracing the curve of your ribs. "i'm just relaxing, enjin. go away."

"can't do that doll," he chuckles, his hands finally cupping your plush breasts. he gives a low hum of approval, squeezing them firmly before his thumbs start brushing over your nipples. "god, you're so soft. why the hell do you even wear a bra? you should just stay like this for me every night."

he pinches your nipples gently, rolling them between his fingers until you're arching your back into him, the book completely forgotten. "stop it," you moan, though you're leaning back into his chest. "you're such a menace."

"a menace who knows exactly how to make you leak," he whispers, giving your breasts one last hard squeeze that makes you gasp.

as you turn around to give him a playful swat, he just beams at you. "oh come on doll, dont be mad! you can touch my titties too" he says with that dumbass grin, already yanking his shirt off over his head and tossing it aside, fully tattooed chest on full display as he waits for your hands.

god, he's an idiot.

2026 ── 𝓦𝐎𝐑𝐊 𝐎𝐅 @atelphobist 𝜗ৎ

What bands would he listen to on his destroyed mp3, smoking cheap gas station camels??